Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian's coming-of-age ceremony is scheduled to be held in the high-end club in Bihai, a famous city.

Feng Huai took over the entire clubhouse.

Feng Qian was sitting in the dressing room at this time, letting a group of people busy themselves to dress up.

The girl yawned, her eyes glistening.

He looked up at the time.

Ten o'clock sharp at night.

In two hours, she will be an adult.

Feng Qian glanced at himself in the glasses.

The girl in the mirror looks sweet.

The hairstyle designed for her by the hair stylist is mature and cute.

The girl was wearing a wine-red tube top and tunic dress, with a sapphire necklace around her neck.

A heart-shaped blue gemstone hangs in the middle of the girl's beautiful collarbone.

The girl's exposed skin was fair and supple, and her delicate face was even more beautiful to the extreme.

Feng Qian leaned lazily on the chair.

Well, I don't really want to move.

At this time, most people have already entered the venue.

Feng Qian lay on the chair for a while, and finally got up and walked out of the room.

Standing on the second floor, you can clearly see the crowd below.

All are well-dressed and beautiful.

This wealthy banquet was extravagant.

Feng Qian's beautiful eyes scanned around, but did not see the fragments.

The girl tilted her head, her beautiful long eyelashes trembling slightly.

The pieces didn't come?

Feng Qian lost interest in an instant, and lazily returned to the room.

Feng Qian sat on the sofa and sat expressionlessly for a while.

So annoying.

The girl licked her lips.

Pick up the bright red wine in front of you, put it on your lips, and take a sip.

so spicy.

taste not good.

Feng Qian put the wine back.

The girl stared at the wine glass for a long time, and finally took a few more sips.

Feng Qian fell on the sofa.

Why do I get irritable the more I drink?

Feng Qian glanced at the time.

It's half past eleven.

Thirty minutes to go.

Feng Qian couldn't hold back, and went out again.

The girl stood on the second floor, carefully searching for the figure of the boy in the crowd.

Still not found.

The girl is a little lost.

Feng Huai happened to come to find Feng Qian.

Feng Huai handed Feng Qian a glass of red wine, "Qian Qian, go downstairs with Dad to meet some uncles and aunts."

Feng Qian nodded, took the wine glass, and followed Feng Huai downstairs.

A handsome middle-aged man in formal attire walked up to him.

Song Qian walked towards them with a smile.

"Brother Feng, this is Ling Qianjin, she looks really pretty."

Feng Huai was also very happy when his daughter was praised, he raised his wine glass to touch Song Qian, then turned his head to look at Feng Qian.

"Qianqian, this is Uncle Song."

Feng Qian was called out, but she obediently took a step forward, and called the other party softly: "Hello, Uncle Song."

Song Qian smiled happily, "The little girl is really sensible."

"Brother Feng, you are really blessed! I dream of having such a caring daughter!" Song Qian's eyes wrinkled with a smile, and he patted Feng Huai's shoulder.

Feng Huai was also happy, "Isn't it, my precious daughter is so caring."

Feng Huai smiled and said: "Brother Song, you are only in your forties, you are still young, no matter how hard you work, you can still hold a daughter!"

Song Qian waved his hand, "Brother Feng, don't make fun of me. I'm old, and I can't compare with those young people. I'm just such a son, and I'm still so worried."

Song Qian waved back, "Xiao Yi, come and say hello to Uncle Feng."

Song Yi was showing courtesy in front of Yin Yaoyao, and when he heard his father calling, although he was a little annoyed, he still passed.

"coming."

Song Yi walked over holding a glass of wine.

"Hello, Uncle Feng." Song Yi raised his glass.

Feng Huai looked at the other party calmly, and said to Song Qian: "I think this kid is pretty good."